#the lampost ghost

[the-lampost-ghost]

Culinary Chronicles of the Court Flower | Light Novel | Volume 1

Name: Culinary Chronicles of the Court Flower Type: Light Novel Creators: Miri Mikawa (Story), Kasumi Nagi (Art), afm (Translator) Genre: East Asian Historical, Cooking Tags: Cooking, Reverse Harem

To celebrate my first post on the blog, I decided to write a review about the light novel I am currently reading. I have a class of cold water near me, though it has been raining over the last few days the weather has become somewhat warm. I have not yet switched on the AC, but the fan is running at full speed. As I read on my laptop, I have a few thoughts about this book.

I was looking for a nice East Asian historical light novel - having recently read My Happy Marriage and The Apothecary Diaries, so I was eager to experience the intrigue of palace politics and learn more about emperors and kings, and consorts. And I was not disappointed at all!

So what is the light novel Culinary Chronicles of the Court Flower about?

The light novel follows the story of Setsu Rimi, a princess from the land of Wakoku. While she served as the Umashi-no-Miya, she was sent as a tribute to Konkoku, a powerful foreign empire as their new Emperor ascended his throne. As a foreign princess and having basically done nothing but cook for her god, Rimi has no clue about Konkaku's customs, and importantly, food. With just her pot of kaorizuke will Rimi be able to win the hearts of the people in the palace? This is somewhat the understanding I have of the story so far. 

Let's discuss the main character.

The main character, Setsu Rimi is wonderfully carefree and kind-hearted. Although she seems to be smart enough to sustain herself in a completely foreign land, she is somewhat of an air-head. She is obsessed with food, and her chatter with Shusei has been very interesting to observe. Most of the situations and trouble she gets into are because of external circumstances - misunderstanding because of the language, cultural differences, and the fact that no one thought of hiring a tutor to help her assimilate into the Rear Palace. Her reactions seem to be natural, and her carefree attitude is backed by a solid backstory from her childhood. We haven't yet seen her personal involvement with the male character cast, and she gets dragged into politics as the story goes on. Overall, although her character is pretty common in reverse harem light novels, I am eager to see how she develops!

How is the male (also known as the bishounen)cast?

There are four important men in the cast and needless to say, they are all beautiful. 

As a tribute, the person who technically owns, Rimi is the Emperor himself, Shohi. Shohi seems to be a cold-hearted and sadistic person. Though he ascended to the throne at such a young age, he was smart and beautiful and his heart is made of ice. The Emperor also cannot seem to taste food. 

On the other hand, the one Rimi has interacted with the most, is Shusei. Both of them share food & cuisinology as deep interests. He is smart and though intelligent chooses to involve himself in studying food sciences to the point where he is known as the Loveless Scholar. He is the kind of person who wants to use any chance he gets to conduct experiments and learn more about food.

Then we have Master Hakurei, a 'supposed' eunuch from the Rear Palace, who is very high in the hierarchy. Because of Rimi's kind-heartedness, he has saved her life and ensured she was not worse off in the Rear Palace drama. He is said to be intensely beautiful and has taken a certain liking to Rimi. However, he seems somewhat forceful and his liking towards Rimi doesn't seem to be without ulterior motives.

Finally, we have Shin Jotetsu. While there isn't really much interaction between Rimi and Jotetsu in the first book, he seems to be the strong, rough fellow you often see in the reverse harem genre.

Overall Impression?

I liked the premise of Culinary Chronicles of the Court Flower, and I enjoyed the pleasant writing in the light novel. I had not expected it to have a reverse harem when I started reading, but I appreciate that the romance is slow-paced and the men haven't fallen for the main character without reason. I also loved how the main character was insightful and down-to-earth. It seemed to be a slightly refreshing take on the typical reverse harem heroine. Although I was feeling intimidated by the male cast, I have come to enjoy them and their bonds with each other. The first book seems to focus on establishing the characters in their roles and does so successfully. 

As a side note, I also enjoyed the descriptions of how the main character interacted with a different culture too. 

By the time I finished writing this post, I'd finished my glass of water and enjoyed a nice lunch of rice and sambhar. The light novel talks highly about flavors in stock and I wondered if I would be able to even taste it as I come from a place where spices and combination flavourings are the norm. Maybe I should stop by a Japanese restaurant soon!

[bchan95]

'Tis The Damn Season (Bang Chan x Reader)

The freshly fallen snow fell perfectly on top of all of the small rooftops scattered across the brightly lit Christmas village. The one thing I loved about my hometown is that they knew how to make every day of December feel like the warmest cup of hot cocoa on Christmas day.

Each year, the city square was filled with colorful lights and festive decorations. Smiling snowmen and sparkling snowglobes as far as the eye could see. Even the town clock was decorated, counting down to the big day.

This year felt a bit different though. It was the first Christmas without my best friend. It felt weird without Chan around. He was always the most excited about the holiday season. He always met me at my house bright and early with a white chocolate mocha in hand, and brightly colored cheeks.

We would walk these city streets together, ranking the decorations as if we'd ever been able to design anything in our lives. Pointing out broken lights, mismatched decor and corny signs until our stomachs hurt from giggling.

"Ms. Cleveland really could have done better," he'd spit, shaking his head before smiling over at me.

"A shame, truly," I'd nod before bursting into laughter.

I wonder if he's home. His school started Christmas break right after mine. Well, at least I knew they did the last time we spoke. That conversation was still heavy in my mind as I swirled my red cup in my hand, looking at the green and red lights above the old schoolhouse.

It was my fault, I knew that. But nothing could help me shake the panicked look that rose across Chan's face when I told him. When I stupidly said those three words that made me lose him forever.

We were walking over the bridge near my house. Lamposts ahead wrapped in garland and white light. I tried to focus on the festive decor to stop my hands from shaking. I look over at him and it makes it all worse. His jaw had become more chiseled over the school year. His arms were bigger too. But that bright smile never looked a day over 12 years old. Those bright red cheeks brought a soft air of familiarity to my fluttering chest, as I pressed the drink against my lips.

He turned to me with a smile, before it dropped a bit in worry. He stopped abruptly, fully turning to face me.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He said, reaching out for my hand. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

He pulled me off to the side of the bridge, our arms resting on the plush green leaves as we continued to look at each other. I could feel my throat dry, bringing the tea in my hand back up to my mouth for a quick sip before I nodded. He shakes his head and leans in toward me.

"I know when you're lying, you know?"

I smirked, looking down at the ground. He could always read me like a book. I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment before my eyes rose back up to meet his. I knew I had to tell him now before I chickened out again.

But how do you tell your best friend that somehow over the past six months, you've begun to see them differently. That you wanted to hold his hand like you always did. But you wanted it to mean something entirely different. That you wanted to kiss those red cheeks that you made fun of for years. That you wanted more.

I paused for a moment before sighing and meeting his eyes again. His lips mimicked mine, his teeth biting down on the flesh of his rose-colored lips.

"Chan," I started, scrunching my nose as the winter wind ripped past me. "You said we can tell each other anything... right?"

He nodded furiously, his eyes never leaving mine. I know I cannot un-say what I'm about to say... but if I didn't let him know how I felt that might actually be worse. I sighed again, nodding myself along to let the words fall out of my mouth.

"Chan I... I think I love you."

He smiles at me, rolling his eyes "I love you too, nerd."

I shake my head "Chan, no you do get it... I love you." I put emphasis on the second word, watching as the realization washed across his face.

He slowly nodded, and his lips dropped into an "oh" shape. I felt my eyes watering as his reaction didn't shift to one of warmth. When. he didn't smile brightly at me. I swallowed hard, turning away from him.

"I'm sorry," I yelled from behind me, making my way back to my house and away from his bright gaze.

I heard him calling my name for a moment as I shuffled down the path filled with freshly fallen snow but I couldn't get myself to look back. To see those eyes filled with pity at the dramatic scene I caused. So I pushed forward until I made it through my front door, sliding against it with tears pouring from my eyes.

Chan had texted me a few times the next day. The messages were filled with "we should talks" and "please responds" but I couldn't get myself to hit any of the keys. I would start a paragraph about how I was just kidding and that I didn't mean what I said but I'd hit delete before ever pressing send.

He finally gave up after two weeks of me actively avoiding him in grocery stores and deleting his text messages. Part of me was sad that he stopped reaching out, but another part was relieved that I didn't have to try to have this conversation.

It had been about a year since that encounter. I was finally feeling brave enough to venture out on my own in town. My mom had finally stopped asking where Chan was, and if we had had a fight. My heart stopped racing as we drove through the city past his family's big blue house right outside of the Christmas village. I selfishly thought that I had healed.

Smiling to myself, I let my eyes admire the silver tinsel and bright gold bells adorning that clock tower. I spun in a circle through the middle, giggling a bit as I settled into a standstill sipping sweet chocolate and whipped cream. It was painfully quiet, the market vendors just beginning to set up at the other end.

I decided to press forward to explore the market for once. Maybe find those clay earrings mom wanted or a set of chopped firewood for the fire. As I neared the entrance, I saw a familiar black puffer jacket to the left, carrying baked goods by the crate.

I stop dead in my tracks. I should have known his mom would be here. She makes the best sourdough in town. She has a waitlist for loaves right before the holidays. And of course, he was here helping her. The most caring guy I know, constantly making sure his mother had ample water and never had to lift a finger.

There was still time to turn around. I could spin back on my heels and race back to the house before he even turned my way. But before I could retrace my steps, I saw Chan's mom point in my direction. Chan's eyes followed her arm, and over to my shaking figure. I was frozen in place.

I watched him say something to his mom before setting the crate back into the pickup truck, shoving his hands in his pockets, and walking my way. My heart raced as I saw his body come into view. I picked up the cup and brought it back to my lips, letting my eyes fall to the ground as I heard his footsteps.

What will he say? Will he yell? I'd deserve it. I left without an explanation. I felt my heartbeat in my throat, my hands shaking against the paper cup as I walked myself through the possibilities.

The footsteps stopped right in front of me. He sighed loudly, causing me to look up and finally meet his eyes. Mine widened as I realized he was smiling at me. Shock zoomed through my body, creating goosebumps on my forearms as I tried to maintain eye contact with him.

"So you are alive..." I heard his giggle, dimple popping out on the left side as his smile widened.

I blinked, mind completely blank. "What?"

Chan took a step closer to me, leaning his head to the side. His smile never wavered. I expected frustration. Angry words. Even a little bit of grit to his voice toward me. But none of that aggression was to be found in those soft eyes.

"Y/N. You scared me. I thought I lost you."

I gasped, feeling his hand reach out to mine. I let him intertwine them and fall between us. The snow had started falling again, wrapping us around in a soft white glow.

"I-," my voice shaky as I felt his thumb rub up against the top of my hand. "I'm going to be honest, I didn't think you would want to see me again."

I felt my cheeks warm as Chan shook his head at me. He took another step toward me. Our bodies were dangerously close and I could already feel the heat of his closing in on mine.

"I wasn't the one who ignored phone calls and texts...."

It was my turn to giggle, nodding as I gnawed on my lower lip. He had a point there. I was the one who cut off contact. But that still didn't explain his softness toward me. His hand in mine. His eyes, bright and wide.

"I'm sorry."

His grin grew again "You should be...."

I nodded, lips parted with an apology right on the tip of my tongue. He shook his head as he softly hushed me, and spoke up again.

"Not because I'm angry, but because I missed you," he giggled and his nose scrunched up in the way I like.

"I missed you too..." I said just above a whisper.

We sat there in silence for a moment, eyes just pressing into each other. Finally, he broke the quiet with a sigh.

"You know I love you too, right?"

I shook my head "But Chan..."

He stepped in closer, the space between our bodies fully evaporating. His hand moves away from mine, and to my cheek where he softly captures my jaw, thumb painting soft circles on my skin.

"No buts...I love you."

"Like?"

"Yes, like you love me," He adds, his mouth outstretched into a wider grin, exposing his perfect teeth as he leans in toward my face.

I swallow my pride and let myself melt into his touch. His lips hover over mine, his peppermint breath overtaking my senses. He pauses near my mouth to whisper.

"Just don't run away from me again."

I nod ferociously, gaining a giggle from him once again before he presses his lips into mine. Soft and slow, our mouths crash together in the glow of the Christmas tree behind us. A loud gong of the town bell was the only thing that pushed us apart as it rang in the morning market. He presses his forehead into mine, pecking my lips.

"God, I missed you."

[lured-into-wonderland]

❛  didn't the locals warn you of hanging around this city so late at night? ❜ amusement curls against the blunt way that he speaks, every vowel curled ever so mirthfully against smoke expelled from lips and pipe alike. it's a hobby of his, taking the long way home if only to be greeted with sighs as uncommon as this one; a lone figure left with a half battered plant for company, illuminated by the lampost as if a reflection of the last spark of light burlone can bring. she would truly be loved by those who promise that their streets remain safe, that threats from the lao shu are all bark and no bite - and maybe that's where he should consider his good fortune, a paradox to it all in turn. ❛  neither the falzone or the visconti would be happy to see you all alone like like this ... the lao shu, on the other hand, would be pleased to see such progression all the same. ❜

footsteps come to a halt the moment his frame steps into such a low light, smile unfading as he offers a hand out in tow, gaze seemingly flickering between the plant and the top of her head. ❛  ... would you consider yourself a 'follower' of this? ❜ a curious tone, not that he's unfamiliar with the topic. ❛  i've never seen anyone truly obey it the way you do. ❜ an assumption, perhaps, though he is quick to give it further consideration; gripping onto her hand with something rather gentle in turn. it is the unsung hero who always saves the day, after all. ❛  though, i can't say i couldn't be charmed in helping ... if you would like me to, that is? ❜ finished with a subtle wink, the press of his lips against bare knuckles and the slightest tease of a smirk to spread upon his features; both interested and respectable all the same. / yang!! <3

Was it that she was not warned or that she simply chose not to follow these warnings? Probably the latter; she was always adventurous (in a way at least). And it wasn't that late after all. But it may simply was the wrong part of the city. Nunnally didn’t mean to end up here, lost and alone, away from the sounds and cheerfulness of the crowd in the holiday fair. Now standing alone, looking perhaps like a lost ghost or more like a fairy, in the light of that single lamppost. With her coat too thin for the chilly evening, with some snowflakes on her fair hair (but these would soon to be melted).

The strange names – 'Falzones', 'Viscontis', 'Lao Shu' – Nunnally was not sure "who" they were and "why" they would care about her being here at all (or not). Was a surprise clearly visible on her pretty features? She turned to him as he was speaking; to the voice that seemed kind, but was unfamiliar for her.

“Follower of what?” – she asked not sure what he was talking about until...the moment later when a sudden realization brightened her features – “Oh, the mistletoe…” – she smiled as she nodded – “Would you be, then?” – Nunnally wasn’t sure what she truly thought about it. Or rather she liked the custom, but hated it when it was abused – “It’s a cute excuse for lovers…or friends, if they need any…” – she started but then unexpectedly a kiss was planted on her knuckles.  

Oh, so after all he was to honour the tradition. Not that she minded it. Whoever he was, he was charming and Nunnally (perhaps in her naivety) preferred his company to the solitude she experienced just a few moments ago. Especially that his words about the city (and its dangers or perhaps its charms) made her feel uneasy. Though she was still smiling. She was good at smiling despite everything.

“So, you have decided to become my knight…?” – she joked playfully, feeling comfortable in his company – “Then I should consider myself lucky…” – Nunnally did notice the slight smirk on his lips. He must be popular among women; that was what she was thinking. But she didn’t mind it. He knew his charms but it was perhaps better that way. This night was inviting for just a little more flirting (was she becoming a flirt?). And what could be wrong with that?

The night. The mistletoe. A pretty girl. A handsome man.

Nunnally laughed: --

“We almost have a start of the romantic comedy here.” – not that she truly liked any of them; comedies were not her thing.

“Should I be bold enough and return the kiss?” 

@dangaer

[antsyaf]

【 GHOST 】- Hoshimachi Suisei

Bunch of inspo from them MV. Polyhedron, Lamposts, and city scape all come from the MV, composited in a way to look kewl.

[monsters-will-rise]

Late Night Strolls

In college, my dorm was across from a large park. At night, it be drowned in fog, when standing in the light of one lampost you could barely see the next lightpost in the disntance, It was more just the glow of the light in the fog. I use walk around by myself at 2AM, just to clear my mind and breathe sometimes...occasionally, id take a friend. One time, She said she was scared, she grabbed my hand and held it tight, asked me to protect her, to keep safe. So i of course said yes. I told her not to worry, that id protect her from any ghosts and ghouls that would creep upon us. The Park was large and a winding path following the flow of the river. It was a mountain town, so there was a chill at night and a slight frost on the trees. She said she was cold, so we stopped for a moment, and got a little closer to stay warm and in time, we got lost in the fog and in the moment. Luckily, the Ghosts minded their own business and let us be.

[cecilsstorycorner]

Wip Introduction ~ The Embassy of Peculiar Chronology

On the outskirts of London, sitting atop a hill, surrounded by countryside a smattering of trees, is the Embassy of Peculiar Chronology.

The people who live nearby would tell you it’s always been there. Of course, that couldn’t possibly be true, but no one seems to say and different. ‘I don’t know what they do in that old place’, they would say, ‘but they seem like nice folk’.

The building is large, but welcoming, surrounded by gardens and a long drive lined with trees and old lamposts. It's brick walls are draped with vines and moss, it’s many windows decorated with potted plants, flags, lightcatchers, curtains, and more, a peek into the people within.

One of these windows is so full of plants it is difficult to see through. Crystals on strings catching the light and transforming it into rainbows on the walls within. And in this room, surrounded by books, plants, and fractured light, sits a girl.

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Genres: Urban fantasy, adventure, LGBTQ

Themes/tropes: Folklore/mythology elements, monster of the week, identity, partners in crime magical field research, dependence/independence

Content warnings: Occasional instances of ableism, child neglect, and internalized homophobia (sort of)

Summary

When Naja got her job at the Embassy, she expected the strangest things to be the creatures she studied. However, meeting the people that have worked this place all their lives, and exploring the building itself, she’s starting to think that may not be the case.

The Embassy of Peculiar Chronology exists for much the reason it says on the tin- study and document all the things of the world that aren’t quite of it. The creatures told about in folklore, fairy tale, and campfire stories. The ghosts, goblins, and gouls, as well as much more, existing just to the left of everything else. They’ve gotten very good at hiding as they live among the solid beings, but with them, the Embassy has gotten very good at looking.

Everyone has their own job at the Embassy, but the Field Researchers are the face of the operation. Ember and Naja are two very such researchers, answering reports of odd happenings and strange going-ons throughout the UK, and occasionally beyond. Naja hopes that soon, she’ll be seen as just as capable as those who have been there for their whole lives. Ember seems to be getting surprisingly high level jobs, despite only starting actual field jobs a few years prior, and her supervisors clear concern for her saftey. But she doesn’t seem to worry much about it.

Characters

Ember O’Callighan - The Lightning - 20: Ember has lived at the Embassy her entire life, just like every member of her family in the known record books. A a ray of sunshine to all who meet her, she delights in the chance to make anyone’s day better however she can. A ball of energy, she never seems to stop moving, always buzzing with new ideas, thoughts, and fun facts she’s just desperate to share. Lost sight in one eye after a field job gone wrong, also leaving her with a lighting stretch of scars up her arm and to her face. For now, she’s doing her best to cover it up.

Naja Bhasin - The Thunder - 21: The newest member of the London’s Embassy branch, and everyone is very aware of that fact. Soft and kind, happiest in a bookshop cafe working on a new writeup for whatever history publication has picked her up that time. Mostly new to this world of fae and spirits, though there has been one thing, something she’s never been able to explain or understand. Something that drew her to this job in the first place, hoping for answers. Likes to think herself well adjusted, and she wouldn’t be wrong, but she does admit the world is a whole lot bigger and more overwhelming than she’d expected. And that’s before she started investigating magical creatures.

Links

pinterest (you’ll have to click the specific section), playlist

Production information

This will hopefully be written in short ‘episodes’, MotW style though with an underlying story thread, to a hosting platform I’ve yet to choose. There will likley not be a consistent update schedule, as this is more of a side project than main focus, but I’ll give updates on the progress on here so it’s not a complete mystery when you can expect things. I may not start on this for a little while as adhd brain is still hyperfixating on other things, but I’ll try and get to this soon. I hope I know what I’m doing! Probably not. Let’s try anyway!

[rightofmyheart]

Keeper of The Stars

I told him that “I’m okay with dying. That I want to live a short and vibrant life. I don’t want to be here for long.”

He furrowed his brows at me, “That’s so morbid... Why do you want to die?”

“What I want isn’t to die. It’s to just move on is all...”

“That’s a scary thing to say...terrifying really.”

I turned my head on my pillow and looked him in the eyes. I smiled, “I do not fear death. I welcome it. With death comes rest. With rest comes peace.”

“How...can you feel that way? How can you not be scared of dying? It's the end! ...You’re just gone.”

I said, “...it’s probably...because I know God.”

“God?!" Bewildered, he shook his head at me. "So, because you believe in God, you just aren’t afraid then? You don't even know thats he’s real?”

Softly, I chuckle, “Well it is pretty hard to ignore someone who talks as much as he does.”

“Oh, so he talks to you? How does he talk? What does he say?”

I pondered and said, “He speaks with His voice...with the wind that blows through the leaves of trees. He shows us too. He wants us to see Him. He talks through the bones of creatures a hundred millennia past....He speaks through telescopes, and with the stars, and the planets with their moons...His voice is loud and exhilerating in the storms on the seas...He sings through the birds who call out...their truths carried by the breeze. He tells us he is here, using books and data...and through science and time...He speaks...through us, your voice and mine...”

Eyes narrowed, he asked, “so then what does “He” tell you?”

"......" I inhaled, then exhaled. "...The creatures of the lands and the creatures of the sea have stories to tell.... It's the stories of their lives, their lessons, and their troubles. They, along with the spirits past want to be found... They want to show us the story of their birth.”

“Their... birth...”

I sighed, “mmhmm...With their own bodies and voices, they tell us ‘I am here. Find me! Look at me...love me’...Through all of us, He tells us this... That He always has been. He always will be.

“hm well that’s a lot”, he scoffs.

“yes well He tells us a lot.”

I looks me in the eyes, I see an eagerness in them, “and so, what does he tell you about me?”

“...that...you are a child of the...Sea.”

Confused, he asked, “What does that even mean?”

“Well I’m not sure that means really, but what I feel like He is trying to say... is that your spirit belongs to the Sea?...which is Him. That maybe you will long for the oceans. Maybe he intends for you to find Him through the stories of the seas...maybe.”

“...I don’t know, this seems... I don’t know.”

I giggle, “you don’t know?”

He leaned forward in his desk chair, elbows on his knees, “Yeah, it just seems like a fantasy to me.. Like... is that really what you think you hear? What you see?"

"uhuh...yes it's very clear. As clear as you are."

"Well, I’m kind of a ‘I’ll believe it when I see it’ person.”

“Yeah? I would say I’m a 'I’ll see it when I believe it’ type of person.”

“Oh, well that’s deep.” he smirked.

“Well...I mean...for most of my life, the world seemed so loud and noisy you know? ...like, the people, the animals, and the weather... just life! There’s just so many things making noise and calling out. I mean...I didn’t know what people were really trying to say underneath their words. I didn’t understand what all the growling and chirping meant that animals were going on about....I just tried to ignore it all. It was just noise.” Then I whispered, “it was noise.”

He inhaled sharply, “and it is the world still noisy?”

“no”, I grinned. 

“Why then? What changed?”

I slowly closed then opened my eyes, “hmm...I think...because one day, I think I was in my 7th year? Well, I was walking home from school, through this parking lot.  It was quiet. There was this crow sitting on top of the lampost I was about to pass. I looked up at it and it cawed at me! One long drawn out ‘caw’ and as soon as it spoke, another crow down on the pavement cawed at me. Then the first crow cawed again and they cawed back and forth and back and forth. At some point, they seemed like they were in unison. I stood there staring at them. I wasn’t sure if they were upset that I was there? Or, just making noise??  I wasn’t sure if I should move and I just stood there, trying to figure out what they were cawing about. So, I watched them watching me and I listened.” I inhaled deeply, propping myself up on my elbow “and I finally... understood and I raised my voice at them and said “oKAYYY!” and they immediately stopped...”

“Really? Okay well that’s kinda weird. That would creep me out a bit.” He said, Wide-eyed.

“Well, I mean for the first time in my life, I had heard birds speak. I could actually hear them. They wanted to be acknowledged! They were saying “Hey! Look at me! Look at us!” They were saying “I am Here!” I felt so light in that moment! ... So clear-headed.”

He leaned back in his chair again, just looking at me. I continued on,  “and then I began walking again and was going under these small-ish trees and the wind picked up just a tiny bit, but enough to rustle the leaves... and they made like this hush hush sound. It just felt weird...or...sounded off. So, I stood still again and the rustling turned into a shushing noise and I felt my chest tighten up because I felt like someone was there and then whisper in the trees happened...it was so incredibly subtle but, I could hear it all the same... I realized I had been holding my breath standing there, and I let it all out and I started to cry because suddenly, all at once, I could hear Him...I could smell Him. I could see Him. I could touch Him. The whisper of the leaves clear as day said "I. Am. Here." He said ���I am here.” ...and He was. He was right there in the sun; and then He said “Guides"."

He broke eye contact with me and turned his head away for several moments then said, “okay so...then...”guides”? Whats “guides” supposed to mean?”

“I’m not completely sure, but I feel that He maybe meant the crows? The one crow stayed in touch with me for quite a while...was always waiting in the parking lot. It followed me home. I started giving it peanuts and it came and stayed for a while almost every day... until it was gone.”

“Is this that crow you kept taking about wayyy back?”

I nodded, “mmhmm, that’s the one!”

He turned his head back, facing me again. He held my gaze for a moment or ten. He sighed, grasped the arm rests and lifted his weight out of his chair as if he was suddenly heavier than he was when he first sat down. He walked over to the edge of his bed and crouched down with his arms crossed, one folded over the other. He rested his chin on them and looked up at me. “So... Chihiro...if you can see and hear all of this. Hear ‘Him”, then why do you want to leave?”

“mmm not ‘leave’, just...go.”

He bowed his head briefly and sighed “I just don’t understand how if you see and hear the world like you do that you’d be alright with not being here? Be alright with dying.”

I laid back with my head back on the pillow. My gaze went up, reaching beyond the ceiling. “I want to be with Him...”

“........Oh. I see.” 

I shifted my head to face him again and looked at him with intent. I saw his eyes were tired and framed with day old eye liner. His mouth was frowning, the ring hugging his bottom lip. All the muscles in his face tightened and then slackened. I hadn’t seen a man look so confused, and lost, and terrified. I couldn’t be sure, but it almost seemed as if he was heartbroken. He looked like someone who had had something taken from him. Was it his clarity? Was it his reality?

Or was it me?

“I don’t know what say.”

“that’s okay”, I said.

“so, ‘see it when you believe it’ huh?”

“Mihael...those who don’t believe in magic, will never find it.”

Since that day, it was almost three years before we spoke again. I heard his story through the mouths of others. He spent his time in cuffs, with blood on his knuckles and money in his pockets that didn’t belong to him. Cut those who wronged him. Angry at the world he fought on. His little brother lost to the gun. The same gun he pointed at a man in a threat steal a car with and... so he wept.

I know he cried because somehow I could feel it. That salty water..

His world was silenced by a blade in each ear. A punishment for hearing too much. For saying too much to those who he let rule him. Without the noise of the world, he found his thoughts.

He was only ever to be seen perched up on the cliffs high above violent waves. He stared down into blue and foam. The sorrowful, gaping mouths of his memories. Sad with the world, he left. Far away, he crossed the ocean to a new place. To clean off the dirt and blood from his shoes.

The murmurs about him stopped. I was reminded of him from time to time when I could feel the salt that coated my hair or when I found sand in in the cuffs of my jeans. He felt faint, like a ghost on the shore.

I remained. I visited the sea almost every day to ask Him. How was Mihael? Was he alive? His spirit...was he alive? God always answered immediately. The scuttle of a crab who stopped at my feet. The drawn out screech of a gull. A tide wave that suddenly and strangely reached further than it was supposed to and grabbed my ankles.

When the sun was close and the grains of sand were hot. I would give my body to the sea. Bare, I would lay under the tides where it was gentle and let the waters run its hands over me. The waters are intimate. The sea whispers sweet nothings in your ear and caresses your skin if you ask it too. I listened and felt the vibrations of the sand. The ocean has stories to tell.

I messaged him and shared the stories with him. Recounting the tales of the blind fish that lives in the depths. The tale about the birth of a whale far away in a different sea. He never answered. I promised God I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't give up on him.

And time.

Time became an acquaintance of mine.

And time.

Time.

Time.

~My phone lit up. It vibrated just twice. I cradled it in one hand. A forgotten number...

‘It hurts Chihiro. It's like a longing’

'It's in my chest and It's starting to hurt.'

‘I need the sea’

‘I need it’

‘I can hear it’s voice. its so loud.’

‘I crave it’

‘I don’t know how you knew’

‘but I’m coming back’

                                                        ‘I knew because He told me so and now                      He’s telling you.’

“I am here.”

‘Welcome home Child of The Sea.’

@taxpayerdollars

[sugaryyangs]

stay.

jaehyun x reader.

written in first person

an attempt at angst.

yn is used to leaving, but jaehyun won't let her. not now, not ever.

enjoy!

❝...my shoulders sag from the weight of my backpack. beneath the dull light of the lampost, my life seems somehow worse than it did in the dark. perhaps, its because my faults, which are normally hidden safely in the dark, are way too clear here.

honestly, i don't like it. i don't like how i'm able to relish in the love of my friends only for a bit, before those cracks within me deepen. i don't like how after a while, when the flame dies down a little, i start to think that everyone's bored of me. that they're over me.

it's silly.

i know how wrong and stupid that sounds, yet i still do it. i'm the one that pushes away, i'm the one that is ready to let go at the slightest call for space.

do i not know that craving space does not mean wanting out? no, no, i do know that. i've wanted that myself. then why is it that when my loved ones ask for even a teensy bit of it, my mind automatically relates it to them not wanting to do anything with me anymore?

then again, maybe they dont. maybe theyre giving me hints, so as to not hurt my feelings by ghosting me completely out of the blue.

that's probably it. everyone always seems to get sick of me. i dont blame them.❞

jaehyun looked up at me, and i could swear the tears in his eyes could drown me in an ocean of guilt.

❝jae- that's- it's for an assignment.❞ my pathetic attempt to save myself probably made the situation even worse.

more tears in his eyes.

❝stop lying to me,❞ he whispered from where he sat in front of me.

i couldn't look into his eyes. i always did this. every single friendship of mine, i managed to destroy some way or the other.

i mentally prepared myself to say goodbye to him. it was over. our relationship, the loving, the pure bond was gone. there was no way he would stay after finding out how insecure i truly was. how disgusting i was.

so, i rose from where i sat on his swing in the backyard of the jungs' bungalow. the grass tickled my bare feet when i walked towards the verandah.

god, i actually lost him. the one person i thought i'd get to have by my side forever was gone. i could feel the heaviness in my chest. pearls sat at the edge of my eyelids, ready to slip down any second.

as i hastily pulled on my left shoe, i was ripped backwards by my arm which caught me off guard. the shoe fell from my grasp when my whole body was spun around and i came face to face with him.

❝j-jae,❞ i begged him to let go of my arm. i couldn't do this.

using my free hand to wipe the tears that had managed to escape, i looked down at the my feet and tried to tug my arm away.

everything hit me one by one; how we'd met the first lecture of freshman year of college, how he'd politely requested my notes the following week, and how we'd gotten closer over countless study sessions, which soon turned into movie marathons, and ended up in us just spendingtime together. though it was slow to form, the comfort i felt around him had blossomed into a secure — almost an unbreakable one.

almost, because i'd ruined it.

like always.

the tears couldnt be stopped at this point, and i ducked my head to hide them from him the best i could. he only spoke once my tugs got harder.

❝stop.❞

the sheer pain in his voice cracked my heart into two. i immediately stopped my efforts, limb going limp in his hold.

for what felt like ages, we stood that way.

i didn't know what he'd do next. it never got this way. no one held me back when i left. what was i supposed to do now?

❝yn,❞ his tone was gentle when he said my name.

❝look at me.❞

why was he doing this? why couldn't he just let me go, like everyone else did? sure, it hurt, but it was much easier than this.

he put his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to look up at him.

and when my eyes did meet his; oh, it felt as if the air had been knocked out of my lungs. he looked so hurt.

❝you aren't leaving,❞

those were the words that left his lips.

i opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.

❝no, you aren't. im not letting you leave.❞

i froze. why was he saying all this? even after he found out about-

❝you hear me, yn? not now,❞ he pulled my arm making me fall into his embrace,❝not ever.❞

why?

why did he want to be with me, despite knowing who i truly was?

i couldn't form words, i couldn't move, i couldn't do anything.

and so, i cried. like a baby, i bawled into my best friend's strong chest. his hand came to the back of my head, patting smoothly.

❝wh-why?❞

his other hand slid from where it held my wrist to lace itself with my fingers.

❝because,❞ he kissed the top of my head,❝when i brought you into my life, i accepted all of you, yn. even your insecurities.❞

i clutched at his sleeve, desperately wanting to believe him.

was he telling me the truth? was he really not disgusted by how vulnerable i was at that moment?

of course he is. he's jaehyun, he's your jaehyun. he'll stay.

the voice in my head was sudden, but i obeyed as if what it said was law.

it would take me ages to get over them, but i was ready to start.

i nodded into his chest.

❝okay,❞ i said.

❝i'll stay.❞

end.

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[the--sad--hatter]

Phantom Pain (13)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader 

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF. 

DESCRIPTION -  Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom. Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Thirteen - Affairs and Petty Theft

“I can’t believe you let me be unkind to The Phantom.”

Steve was pacing across the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you knew who she was and didn’t tell me.” He huffed at everyone.

You grinned in bemusement at the random turn of events. It was so befuddling and amusing that you almost weren’t even stressed about your father having escaped. Almost.

“Steve, think we’re focusing on the wrong issue here?” Sam asked.

“Hey, don’t be rude to Captain America.” You snapped, your shoulders shaking dangerously with contained mirth.

Steve went a little pink and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I told you to tell him.” Bucky said to you, inadvertently drawing attention to himself.

“Ninety years of friendship Buck, and you didn’t tell me!”

“Is Cap really fangirling? Have I had too much to drink? Did I have a stroke? Is this really happening?” Tony whispered like he was afraid to break the moment.

“He’s been obsessed with The Phantom since she tied those three muggers to a lampost and walked the old lady home.” Sam informed Tony.

“I’m not obsessed!” Steve insisted.

“She’s a vigilante with manners Sam, they should be giving her a medal, not hunting her down.” Sam mocked, doing a startlingly good impression of Steve.

“And that was before he found out she was Ross’s niece.” Clint pointed out.

Steve’s head snapped around to look at you and he looked at you reverently.

“You are defying the Accord’s even though your Uncle is in charge of them.” Steve stated, pride and admiration shining in his tone.

“Yeah well, he blew me up. I owe him nothing.” You said with a shrug.

“About that... Your father and uncle blew you up?” Clint backtracked.

“I’ve got this one. Princess here figured out something strange was going down at the company and did a little snooping, once she found out they were using Gamma Radiation she tracked Banner down and asked him for help. She snuck me and Brucey into the facility where we found the radiation bomb about to blow. Radiation fallout would have killed millions and the containment chamber could only be closed from the inside. Bruce and I were arguing about who got the do the heroic sacrifice and she snuck past us and locked the containment chamber herself. Then she died horrifically and became Casper the not so friendly ghost.” Tony summed up.

“What happened to the bomb?” Natasha asked after everyone gaped for a moment.

“They never found out I was there and the project was classified a failure and shut down.” You said.

“I have to ask...” Sam began and you looked at him and gestured for him to continue.

“When you said you died, do you mean you’re actually dead? Are you a real ghost?”

“She’s not dead, her heart beats, she has brainwaves.” Bruce said emphatically before you had a chance to answer.

“I can just turn invisible, walk through walls and am biologically frozen the way I was when I died.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Frozen?”

“I’m not ageing.” You clarified.

“So everybody knows everything now. Cool. Yeah, awesome.” You said.

“Want to focus on something else? Like your father?” Tony offered.

“Now we know it wasn’t Miss King, I mean The Phantom, who did help him escape we need to figure out who did.”

“Well first of all, you can call me by my name, or one of my thousand nicknames since for some reason nobody ever uses my actual name.” You quipped.

“Second of all, how did you break out?” You asked Tony.

“I have a question.” Clint said, raising his hand.

“The Widow and Phantom teamed up to incarcerate me. It was not as much fun as it sounds.” Tony explained.

“Agadoo doo doo.” You sang under your breath and Tony glared at you.

“I wasn’t under lock down, after I managed to pick the lock on the door I just walked out.” He said, flipping you off.

“What about Ross? We’re all in agreement that he’s a slimy bastard and we don’t trust him.” Clint put out there.

“I don’t think so. Uncle Thaddy is set to lose a lot if anyone finds out about my dad, he wouldn’t risk his reputation like that.” You said.

“Alright, here’s the plan. Natasha, Bucky, Loki,  Wanda, Clint, you five interview everyone in the building and look for anyone that seems suspicious. Tony, look into everyone who works there. Everyone else with me, we’ll look for physical evidence.” Steve said, slipping into Captain mode before turning to you with an excited look.

“Phantom... can you snoop around? People say all sorts of things when they think nobody is listening.” The Captain asked hopefully.

You didn’t really want to get tied up with The Avengers like this, it wouldn’t be to difficult for anyone to put the pieces together if The Phantom started working with The Avengers the same day you moved into the compound but... Steve looked so hopeful and he was giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Aye aye Captain.”

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“Anything to report, Phantom?” Steve asked through the comms.

“Beth from the third floor is cheating on Craig in human resources with Kyle from the cafeteria.” You offered.

“Beth is such a hoe.” Clint said.

“Alright, anything else?” Steve asked.

“I stole a Mars Bar from the vending machine if anyone’s hungry?” You suggested.

“I’ll have one.”

“Get me a snickers.”

“Do they have m&m’s?”

“Can you get me a can of coke?”

“Guys, we’re not engaging in petty theft. Does anyone have any mission related news?” Steve reprimanded.

There was only silence over the comms until Steve sighed heavily.

“I’m running out of energy, I need to find a place to unghost for a bit.” You admitted.

You had been holding the invisibility non stop for over thirty minutes straight which was a record for you and it was taking it’s toll.

“There’s a place on the fourth floor, I’ll make sure it’s clear.” Bucky told you.

“Alright Phantom, take a beat. We’ll keep looking.”

You wearily made your way to the fourth floor and saw Bucky standing outside a door. You whistled lowly to him and he opened the door and you followed him inside the maintenance closet. As soon as you reappeared your fatigue kicked in and you stumbled. He hurriedly caught you around the waist and held you up. Your head lolled against his shoulder and he frowned at the heat radiating off you.

“Domniţă, are you alright?” He asked, placing a hand against your temple to check your temperature.

“You’re burning up.” He said worriedly.

“Happens when I stay intangible for too long.” You muttered weakly.

“What can I do?” He asked briskly.

“I just need to rest for a minute.” You said, stiffling a yawn.

He jostled you for a second and the next thing you knew, he was sat on the floor with you cradled in his lap.

“Can I take a cat nap?” You asked hopefully, nuzzling into his chest without thinking about it.

“Ten minutes, I’ll watch over you.”He vowed, his fingers absent-mindedly toying with your hair.

That was all you needed to hear and you drifted off. He couldn’t help but notice how perfectly you fit against him as your breathing evened out. You didn’t even hesitate to trust him to keep you safe, you didn’t even think about flinching away when he held you. The door opened abruptly and Tony found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Disturbing as that is Barnes, you have something on your lap.” Tony sniggered.

“Snark, go away or I’ll punch you in the kneecap.” You threatened.

“You look awful princess. How long did you ghost for?” Tony demanded.

“Half an hour.”

“She was burning up and nearly passed out.” Bucky informed him.

Tony looked ticked off and Bucky glanced down at your sheepish expression.

“Everytime I use my powers I... I burn. The way I did when I died, it’s like dying all over again.” You admitted sheepishly to Bucky.”

Bucky looked horrified.

“You let her do this?” He said, glaring at Tony.

“No, of course not. But she doesn’t listen to anybody.” Tony scoffed.

“Because I’m a grown woman who can make her own choices, now go away, you’re interrupting naptime.” You said, shooing him away and yawning.

You closed your eyes again and heard the shutter sound of the camera on Tony’s phone.

“Snark, I’ll murder you in your sleep.” You muttered.

“I’ll help.” Bucky offered.

“It’s a date.” You said, before promptly passing out.

“Is she ok? Really?” Bucky asked.

Tony tilted his head to check you were actually asleep before he answered.

“At the risk of sounding like I care, be careful with her.” Tony warned.

“I’m not going to do anything to hurt her.” Bucky assured him.

“That’s sweet but not what I meant. Princess might not be what the tabloids say she is but there’s truth in the rumours. She doesn’t date, doesn’t fall in love and she absolutely will eat you alive and spit out your bones.” Tony said.

“There’s nothing going on Stark and I don’t plan on falling in love with her.” Bucky lied.

“Nobody ever plans it, it just happens.”

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“Well I found absolutely nothing of use.” You told Clint as you sat down in the back of the quinjet.

“Me either, sorry.” He said apologetically.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I just said I didn’t.” Clint chuckled.

“I was asking him.” You said, gesturing to Loki.

“Um, there’s nobody there.” Clint pointed out.

You gasped loudly and Loki smirked.

“Oh no, can you see other ghosts? Is there one here right now?” Clint asked, looking around nervously.

Loki reappeared and Clint breathed a sigh of relief.

“Wait, you can see him when he does that?” Clint asked, turning round in his chair fully to look at the two of you.

“Tell nobody about this and you will be the only person who remains safe from the havoc.” You offered.

Clint looked between you and Loki and your matching evil smirks.

“Deal.”

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Steve: I'm not fangirling. Tony: Sure Jan.

Bucky: I'm not going to fall in love with her. Tony: Sure Jan.

Miss King: I'm an adult. Tony: Sure Jan.

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[yandere-daydreams]

A Yandere!Oc/Oc commission for a lovely anonymous user. I had to keep reminding myself that Lucifer was, in fact, not a fallen angel and that I probably shouldn’t write him as such.

Word Count: ~2000

She didn’t like being so exposed.

Lucia never felt comfortable, but she could normally find somewhere to hide until the feeling of eyes burning into her passed. It was embarrassing, irritating, wrong, but it was something she could live with. However, her methods didn’t work when she was outside, sitting across from her sister in an overly-ornate cafe, trying to look like she wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack. It was a strained effort, though, only adding to her stress.

And, of course, Elvina noticed. Big Sister Intuition, she guessed. “Hey, are you still listening?” She asked, her voice soft but firm. With some hesitation, Lucia nodded, and Elvina pursed her lips. She didn’t believe the younger girl. To be fair, Lucia didn’t believe herself, either. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I could always call things off, tell him there was an emergency.” Elvina paused, doing her best to look sympathetic. “The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“I know…” Lucia trailed off, considering the idea of just running and finding somewhere safe. It would be easier, better. But, she couldn’t keep doing the same thing forever. It was why she’d let Elvina drag her out this far. “What’s your friend like? I can’t say I have high expectations for someone named… what was it? Lucifer?”

“Trust me, neither did I,” Elvina laughed, stirring one of the drinks in front of her. They’d been sitting there long enough for lemonades and teas to start building up. “But, he’s nice. A bit odd, but relaxed. Just try not to let the staring freak you out.” Lucia moved to ask what she meant, but Elvina glanced over her shoulder before she could, waving towards one of the approaching strangers. “Oh, and don’t let the… don’t let him intimidate you.”

Again, Lucia raised an eyebrow, trying to regain her sister’s attention. “Hold on, what do you-”

Before she could ask the question properly, a hand clamped itself down on her shoulder, cold skin meeting her own. It took most of her self-restraint not to scream, or to rip the stranger’s hand away from her, or to get up and march out of that restaurant while she still had the chance. With a shallow, shaky breath, she twisted around to meet their eyes, a greeting catching in her throat.

Lucifer was exactly like Elvina had described him. Tall, glowering, eyes scanning over her smaller form with a measured apathy. She’d expected a fake smile, some form of acknowledgment. But, he stayed silent, just moving sit in the empty seat next to Elvina, who’d managed to keep up a warm grin.

“Thanks for waiting, class ran long. New projects and shit, you know how it is.” Lucifer gestured to the camera-bad hanging from his shoulder, his voice as flat as Lucia’d expected. Sensing the tension, Elvina drove her elbow into Lucifer’s side, nodding towards Lucia. Lucifer didn’t respond quickly, his eyes only narrowing as he met Lucia’s. “Who the fuck are you?”

Lucia had to bite her lip to keep from frowning, an insult fighting against an apology in her mind. “I’m her sister, Lucia. Remind me, which pit of hell did you crawl out of?”

Finally, finally, his neutral expression broke, the faintest hint of a smirk ghosting over his lips. Slowly, he extended a hand, and Lucia just crossed her arms. Lucifer shrugged it off easily, his expression softening ever so slightly. “It’s nice to meet you, then.”

~

Someone was watching her. That, Lucia knew.

As someone who hated being out in public as much as she did, she’d gotten used to telling when someone was staring in her direction. It never faded. That unique, burning sensation that came with a stranger’s attention. If she’d been out during the day, she might’ve brushed it off. But when she was a poorly put-together mess, just trying to get some emergency supplies from a local grocery store at some ungodly hour of the morning, the feeling was harder to shake.

Reluctantly, she glanced down the narrow aisle, looking for any obvious creeps or zoned-out wanderers. There were a few people scattered around, a couple in the same situation as her and a shop clerk who seemed to be too far into his shift to care about much of anything, but the only person who didn’t seem preoccupied was a taller man, the very definition of suspicion. Black hoodie and all. Still, Lucia managed to relax once she saw the familiar camera bag slung over his shoulder.

For a moment, she looked towards the door, wondering if she could just abandon the few items in her arms and leave. It was a very, very tempting idea, one that she’d have easily carried through if she wasn’t running on less than an hour of sleep. But, the deprivation gave her a sense of confidence. Enough to tell herself that this would be good for her, and enough to do something dumb. Like approaching a near-stranger in a nearly empty store, only a few hours before sunrise.

She waited until Lucifer looked toward her again, before turning to face him. The sudden assertion seemed to catch him off guard, letting Lucia approach without any sarcastic comment or odd looks. Her smile was a little forced, but she hoped the lightness in her voice made up for it. “Were you staring at me?”

“Well… kinda, yeah,” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. It was an uncharacteristically sheepish gesture, one she wasn’t sure she trusted. His eyes fell to the phone clutched in his hand, its camera still visible open. “I might’ve gotten carried away.”

Lucia, once again, tried to evaluate how much time it’d take to sprint to the door. “And that’s supposed to mean…”

“I was taking pictures of you, obviously.” The words were said too casually, too comfortably. Like following someone around and taking candid shots was just something people did on a regular basis. “I tend to document people, usually the ones I like,” He explained, still acting like nothing was wrong. “I saw you walking around, and... well, one thing led to another. I could delete them, if it bothers you.”

Despite herself, Lucia blushed, accusations playing on her tongue before fizzling out. It wasn’t a compliment, but it was the closest thing she’d gotten to one in a while. With her eyes focused to on the ground, she nodded, fighting back the urge to have faith in her sister’s choice of friends. “It does. Just get rid of them, and I won’t tell Elvina about this.”

“Wouldn’t want to get another one of her lectures,” Lucifer chuckled, his eyes never leaving his phone. Lucia would absolutely be telling Elvina about this, but he didn’t need to know that. And right now, she just wanted to get as far away from the blonde as humanly possible. Without another word, she took her leave, rushing to just get out of the store and go home.

Meanwhile, Lucifer waited in the same spot, taking a deep breath and trying frantically not to look like deleting those blurry, out of focus shots bothered him. He never liked it, people telling him what to do. And he liked having to get rid of his possessions even less. He wasn’t mad, just… frustrated. He was going to have to have to find her tomorrow, if only to regain what he’d lost. It’d be a waste of an hour, if he was lucky. It’d be a waste of a day, if he wasn’t.

The sound of automatic doors opening drew him out of his thoughts, and he briefly caught a glace of long, brown hair turning the corner onto a darker sidestreet. One without lamposts, and other people. If he could get the lighting right…

Reluctantly, Lucifer dropped the empty basket in his left hand, walking out of the store as nonchalantly as he could. Maybe, he wouldn’t have to wait until the next morning for something he earned.

~

While his actions didn’t feel right, they didn’t necessarily feel wrong, either. Maybe it was just how easy all of this was, or maybe Lucifer had over-estimated the sway of his own moral compass.

He went undetected while following Lucia, and even if she did see him, she didn’t seem to think much of it. Lucia never remembered to lock the windows on the rare occasion when she left the house, allowing Lucifer to slip in and out without troubling himself with making a spare key (not that he would need to, since Elvina already kept one under her welcome mat). It was all so easy, too easy. But, that’s what Lucifer liked about it. It was peaceful, quiet, tranquil. Lucifer didn’t have to think about why he finally smiled while taking picture after picture of his favorite muse, nor did he have to mull over the reasons why he seemed to like her so much.

He liked her. The thought itself was foreign, strange. Lucifer put it out of his mind as quickly as he could.

There was her shyness, too. He’d had a handful of opportunities to go through countless journals of hers, and all of them centered around one thing. How alone she felt, how isolated she was despite being surrounded by people. Both of them struggled with communication, so that wasn’t a surprise. That’d never bothered Lucifer, but he could still help her, relate to her. He was alone too! But, if they just got an opportunity to talk to each other, he knew she’d feel the same way.

It was something that made Lucifer’s heart speed up, taking his mind away from the mess of wires and nearly microscopic chips in his hand. It hadn’t been surprising to find out that the sisters had a mess of security cameras in every corner of their small home, but it only made things more convenient.  He’d always had to be so careful to avoid them, but if this worked out as well as he hoped it would, breaking-in wouldn’t be necessary. All he’d have to do is click a few buttons, and he’d have just as much access to the feed as Lucia or Elvina did. 

And, if this didn’t work, he’d be arrested.

Still, the thought of a real, live recording made up for it. Just the thought that he’d be able to see Lucia, regardless of how safe she thought she was, thrilled him, more than it should have. There wouldn’t be any boundaries between them, no fear, no limits. It wasn’t real contact. but it was the best he’d get, for now.

Lucifer let out a short laugh, snapping the last panel back into place. Lucia would get home in a little over an hour, so he had time to spare. Another visit to her room couldn’t hurt, could it?

~

He wanted more, it was undeniable.

Watching from a distance was great, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel someone next to him, to see Lucia, and talk to her, and see if he could ever feel the same way. He knew that it was a strange progression... from a fixation, to an itch, to a real, genuine need, but... that’s what love is supposed to be like, isn’t it? 

Fast-paced, and overwhelming, and so, so one-sided. Beautiful, in a way that nearly stopped his heart. Just like how his parents loved each other, at least before he stopped being allowed to see his mother...

But, this would be an improvement! For both of them! They’d care of each other, and they would be so, so perfect together.

Of course, Lucifer knew he’d have to give her some time to come around. His family had a ‘summer cabin’, a practically abandoned building not-too-far from the city where they’d be able to stay until Lucia got comfortable around him. It’d be temporary, and once she understood, he knew they’d get along perfectly! It wasn’t like he would ever hurt something he took so much comfort in, and she had to appreciate that level of restraint.

Maybe he’d even get a few pictures of her smiling. He’d always liked her smile.

[weirdletter]

Folk Horror Revival: Urban Wyrd – 2. Spirits of Place, edited by Richard Hing, Grey Malkin, Stuart Silver and Andy Paciorek, Wyrd Harvest Press, 2019. Cover art by Jackie Taylor, frontispiece by Grey Malkin, back cover by Carmit Kordov, info: folkhorrorrevival.com.

Welcome to Urban Wyrd - Spirits of Place. Discover within its winding streets Psychogeography, Genii Loci, Edgelands, Urban Exploration, Weird Places and many other strange matters within film, TV, music, literature, life and culture. Perambulate in the company of such contributors as Will Self, K.A. Laity, Bob Fischer, Iain Sinclair, Diane A. Rodgers, John Coulthart, Karl Bell and many many more. Sales profits from this book purchased in our Lulu bookshop are charitably donated to the Wildlife Trusts at intervals.

Contents: Place: A Foreword Urban Psychogeography in History, Theory and Practice by Stuart Silver Spirit of Place by Andy Paciorek Through Purged Eyes: Folk Horror and the Affective Landscape of the Urban Wyrd by Karl Bell Glasgow's Occult Ancient Geometry: The Obsessions of Ludovic McLellan Mann and Harry Bell by Kenneth Brophy Post-Industrialism and Industrial Music by Simon Dell Towering Infernal: The Inner City in Contemporary Horror Films by Andy Paciorek God Will Forgive Them: Dead Man's Shoes by Andy Paciorek Phantoms and Thresholds of the Unreal City by John Coulthart Holy Terrors – Whitby & An Interview with Mark Goodall The Burryman of South Queensbury: The past Within the Present by Grey Malkin Saturnine: An Urban Meander by Andy Paciorek Devil's Bridge: The Satanic Rites of Acklam by Bob Fisher Urbex, Haiyko and the Lure of the Abandoned by Andy Paciorek Wyrd On-screen: Urban Fears and Rural Folk by Diane A. Rodgers Spontaneous Shrine (Flowers Taped to Lamposts) by Howard David Ingham Between Two or More Worlds: The Urban Mindscape of david Lynch by Andy Paciorek Run With the Dogs Tonight: The Suburban Wyrd by Richard Hing, Erin Sorrey & Andy Paciorek Welcome to The League of Gentlemen... You'll Never Leave by Jim Peters A Search for Aberdeen's Lost Treasures by Peter Lyon Scovell & Budden: Greenteeth by Andy Paciorek The Photography of Neddal Ayad City in Aspic: Don't Look Now by Andy Paciorek Bricks and Stones in The Pool of Life by Cat Vincent The Trumptonshire Trilogy by Andy Paciorek The Derive of Doom by Chris Lambert Review: Concretism – For Concrete and Country by Chris Lambert Iain Sinclair: Spirit Guide to the Urban Wyrd – Interviewed by John Pilgrim Shadow of the Cities: The Weird and the Noir by Andy Paciorek Black and White Dreams: An Interview with K.A. Laity Occult Detectives: An Interview with John Linwood grant The Art of Andy Copper Resurrect Dead: The Mystery of the Toynbee Tiles by Andy Paciorek The Photography of Peter Lagan Involute of Space / Time: An Interview with Will Self High Weirdness: A Day-trip ti Hookland by Andy Paciorek Cyclopean Ruins and Albino Penguins: the Weird Urban Archeology of H.P. Lovecraft's At The Mountains of Madness by Kenneth Lymer The Magic Kingdom: A Conversation with Walter Bosley by John Chadwick The Meltdown has Begun: Chernobyl (2019) by Andy Paciorek Sordid Smoke Ghosts: The Worlds of China Miéville by Colin Hetherington The City That Was Not There: 'Absent' Cityscapes in Classic British Ghost Stories by Anastasia Lipinskaya York: Albion's Capital of the North by Oz Hardwick and John Pilgrim Urban Folklore: An Interview with Diane A. Rodgers Place of Light and Darkness by Andy Paciorek Gripped: The Nine Lives of Thomas Katz by Howard David Ingham Service Station to Station by Andy Paciorek Miles Away: Hush (2008) by Andy Paciorek Edinburgh: The Athens of the North by S.J. Lyall Sorcerer's Appretices and industrial Witches: The Urban Wyrd as Magick in Leeds, West Yorkshire by Layla Legard The Photography of Erin Sorrey Comes With The Fall: The Apartment Trilogy by Andy Sharp Blood on the Walls of the London Town: The Mighty Boosh by Andy Paciorek Urban Wyrd Biographies Wyrd Harvest Press

[bookwormally]

The Florida sun is almost as blinding as the smile Ventus is wearing as he drags Vanitas by the hand straight down Main Street USA.

Vanitas, entirely too used to this sort of behavior, pushes his sunglasses slightly higher on his nose and squints at the castle straight ahead. The crowd is denser, because photos, and he does not want to shove through it. He sighs, knowing that his boyfriend will not be easily stopped. Ventus has plans for today and he will check every box or die trying.

He’d rather not have his obituary involved fucking Disney World, so it’s up to him to inject sense into the day. Vanitas “bastion of common sense” Hikari. The community at large would find the concept laughable. He does as he always does and ignores what the world at large thinks of him.

Vanitas gives Ventus’s hand a tug, slowing him up before they run straight into the mass of fanatical mouse lovers. “Ventus, come on, this way.”

“But-!”

The best way to deter Ventus from something is to redirect him. Vanitas starts to turn him toward the circular path that will lead to Liberty Square. “A picture will look better nearer to sunset and there will be fewer people right fucking here. Let’s go ride some shit.”

Ventus glances around them, but lets Vanitas take the lead on their direction. “It’ll get super packed for the fireworks. We can’t wait all day.”

“You could not get a picture right in front of the damned castle.”

“Spoilsport.”

“Fanatic.”

Ventus squeezes his hand. “You agreed to come, Vani. You agreed to have fun.”

“And I will. I will have fun listening to the screams of terrified children.”

“Oh come on, you are obsessed with the mansion!” Ventus steps closer, out of the path of a rushing teenager, and bumps their elbows together. “I knew we were going to be in line for it at least three times.”

Vanitas grins at him. “It’s a classic and not outside in this damn sun.”

“Ah of course, your poor delicate skin.”

“I will dump you in the river and watch the boat run you over.”

Ventus puts his free hand to his forehead. “Oh sweep me off my feet, Prince Charming. You know most couples want to do things like get pictures in front of the castle and share spaghetti at Tony’s. One doesn’t threaten to drown the other.”

Vanitas scoffs, “Please. You think threats don’t come up in Disney World? You really are brainwashed by the rat. No vacation is stress free and if you don’t think about choking your significant other at least once during the worst of it, then you’re not actually human.”

“Violence isn’t allowed in Disney World. There’s a spell over the whole park so any choking turns into loving caresses.”

“For some people, those are the same thing.”

Ventus shoves his shoulder. “You’re disgusting.” But, he’s grinning and Vanitas grins back. “Fine, we’ll go on Haunted Mansion first and then again after lunch and again once it’s dark. Admit it, Vanitas, this place owns you as much as it does me.”

Vanitas shrugs. “My brother’s obsessed. I had to find something to enjoy when we were coming here every summer. What’s not to appreciate about a bunch of murderous ghosts...and the effects are cool.”

Ventus points at him. “See, see. There’s something here for everyone.”

“God, shut up. I’m going to start swearing at top volume in front of all the kids.”

Bickering, but with their hands wrapped together, they continue further into the park.

By late afternoon, despite liberal application of sunscreen and layers and staying inside whenever possible, Vanitas has a sunburn. He grumbles a little as he presses an ice cool glass to his pink cheek. Fuck, it feels so good. Where’s the ice bath ride when he needs it?

Ventus glances at him, but goes back to the menu, debating which overpriced meal to pick. Vanitas glares at the back of it, deciding this whole thing is Ventus’s fault despite the fact that he had been the one to insist he didn’t need a hat. They’re all so cutesy and he will not suffer some things.

Vanitas closes his eyes and switches his glass to the other cheek. He feels melted and summer can go die in an icy blast from the mountains that he’s moving to the second he’s free of this mouse-run hell.

A tiny breeze starts up directly at him and Vanitas cracks an eye. Ventus is waving his menu to make the air move and smiles sheepishly. “You look pretty bad. Should we go after we eat? If you get heat stroke, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He sticks his tongue out at Ventus and closes his eyes again. “It’s fine. I’m not leaving before the damn fireworks show. Worst of the heat should be over soon.” The glass moves to his forehead and between it and Ventus’s breeze, he might stave off hating the sun forever for a couple more hours.

Ventus buys a Minnie Mouse hat and shoves it on Vanitas’s head after lunch. It’s stupid, but almost matches his yellow sunglasses. He leaves it on even with all the pictures he knows Ventus is taking. Better to finish the day repping the better mouse than collapse like an asshole. Ventus buys a pair of Mickey ears that look ridiculous sticking out of his hair, but it makes Vanitas smile anyway.

Stupid Disney brainwashing and Ventus’s smile.

Vanitas breaks the moment by asking for the third time that day when they’re going to finally find the swamp and meet Shrek. Ventus shoves him so hard that he almost runs directly into a lampost. He to run and catch up before Ventus gets in line for the next ride without him.

After the sun goes down, the plaza is just as crowded as Ventus warned at the start of the day. Vanitas counts himself lucky that they found a decent spot against one of the light posts. It’s much more comfortable behind his back than almost slamming his face into it. He leans back as Ventus leans against his chest; his arms wrap around Ventus’s shoulders and he yawns.

The thankfully cooler evening air is a balm against his face, only disrupted by Ventus leaning their heads together. There’s talk all around them, people shouting as they try to find each other in the crowd before the first firework goes up. They’ve still got a few minutes and Vanitas closes his eyes. Exhaustion drags at him, an active day surrounded by people has drained him. But Ventus shifts in his arms, still energetic as they wait for the magical end of the day.

“Pst, Vani, wake up.” Ventus pokes his arm. “Come on, just for a second.”

“What. I’ll know when the show starts. It’s hard to miss the explosions.” Still, he opens his eyes again.

Ventus has his head turned to smile at him. “Thank you. Now, smile for me.” He holds his phone up and out, clearly trying to capture both of them.

Vanitas rolls his eyes, but as Ventus presses their heads together, he smiles for him. He’ll look like an idiot, Minnie Mouse hat on and cheeks sunburned, but he doesn’t give a damn. All he cares about is the smile Ventus wears and the light in his eyes.

The first firework goes up just as Vanitas turns to kiss him.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

send me a prompt and a character!

-- all prompts are my own that i created as i wrote this so if some are similar to other people’s, then it’s coincidence, as i just came up with these as I was writing x 

i won’t do every request sent but will do as many as i can!!

1. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m invisible.”

2. “When you feel like this, call me.”

3. “You’re telling me - there’s a dead body in my kitchen?!”

4. “Please, for the love of God, stop screaming.”

5. “Any last words?”

6. “I can’t marry you.”

7. “The first kill is always the hardest.”

8. “I’m ready.”

9. “I need you to be okay.”

10. “You didn’t call me when you got home, I was worried.”

11. “Kiss me.”

12. “Did you really just break your wrist climbing through my window?”

13. “Did you ever really love me?”

14. “I never knew you could be so romantic.”

15. “Please, shut up.”

16. “Why does the world care about who I love and who I date?”

17. “I didn’t know how to tell you...”

18. “You know I can’t stay.”

19. “I’m bleeding out here, can you help me?!”

20. “My dad doesn’t like you... he doesn’t like anyone I date, though.”

21. “What happened?”

22. “Is it a ghost or a murderer? Murderer, I can handle. Ghost... I don’t need them seeing me naked!”

23. “Oh my god, you got me a puppy!”

24. “Did you mean what you said?”

25. “You’re mine.”

26. “Never leave me, please, never leave.”

27. “We should fuck.” 

28. “Dance with me.”

29. “You were talking to a lampost... you were pretty drunk.”

30. “Tell me a secret.”

[starshinetwinkler]

Isn't it surprising that no one cares about you until you're lying down? Down on a pyre or in a rhomboid shaped black box.

Aren't we all awaiting the day we see even a lil fake tear in some people's eyes.

Cos what are humans without kindness & compassion, and a little consistent shoulder to lean on all the time.

Bloodshed in the heart is more common than those in the battle. And half the battle is always lost.

No one cares. Until you lie in a box.

And nothing but your unresting soul wanders alone as a ghost in the rain under a lampost light...

[cloudycrystalkpop]

One shots masterlist

AUs:

NCT U Predator AU Series Masterlist

Neo Culture Coven Technology AU Masterlist

Folklore AU Masterlist 

Reverse Folktale AU Masterist

Looking Glass AU Masterlist

Underground AU Masterlist

hybrid AU masterlist

covens AU masterlist

Groups:

* SUGA | RESILIENCE | (shifter!) Suga x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

she witnessed that no matter what came at him, he always pulled through. he was impossable to shake. | -

* SUGA | LEATHER AND GASOLINE | (Agust D!) Suga x reader + feat. JHope

“i told you one of these days i wasn’t gunna be able to watch your back, and here i am, supposed to be the one stabbing you in the back.” | language, gun violence

* RM | SMOKE | (blue caterpiller!) RM x (Alice!) reader

the way the smoke billowed and curled reminded her of they way his thoughts would whisp around him as they coiled off his tongue. | smoking

* RM | CRAZY = GENIUS | (arsonist!) RM x reader

you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gunna burn. you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gunna learn. | mild drinking

* JHOPE | REFLECT | (sun god!) JHope x (moon godess!) reader

she spent her world living in his shadow, but that wasn’t the way he saw it. | -

* XIUMIN | WONDERLOST | (cheshire!) Xiumin x (Alice!) reader

she was lost in the wonder of such a place, and he was lost in the wonder of her. | -

* XIUMIN | CLOVER | (wolf!) Xiumin x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

after so many years of being on your own, you now have a gentle wolf to watch your back. | gender neutral reader

* XIUMIN | CRESCENT EYES | (witch!) Xiumin x (hybrid!) reader

as winter melted into spring, so his power drained from him. for the first time in the countless years, he had received no sign from his creator. instead of the guiding light, he found his strength in the shy crescent eyes of a feline. | -

* BAEKHYUN | ATTENTION | Byun Baekhyun x reader

Baekhyun had been ignoring her, and she began to suspect him of possably cheating on her with another idol. | -

* CHANYEOL | LOST BOY | (changeling!) Park Chanyeol x reader | MOODBOARD

lonely little boy, you never really belonged. but that’s alright, nether did she. | -

* CHANYEOL | GUARD DOG | (hybrid! familiar!) Park Chanyeol x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

i can’t take care of you anymore | -

* CHANYEOL | STERLING | Park Chanyeol x reader

you always had a curosity with dolls. your father used to bring you robotic ones he made in his tinkering. sometimes, you wondered, if you could bring them life. you blamed that for your later intrest in necromancy. | voodoo, gore

* SEHUN | DARK SIDE | Star Wars AU (Jedi!) Sehun x (Nightsister!) reader

Sehun was unsure of whether or not to trust this witch with an affinity for the dark side. | smut

* JB | DRIPPING ROSES | (knave of hearts!) Im Jaebum x (alice!) reader

silly little girl, i don’t think you’ll much like what you find in the heart of wonderland. | slight gore

* JACKSON | SELFLESS | (dragon!) Jackson Wang x (mystic!) reader

he was cursed for his family, but she set him free. | character death

* JINYOUNG | OF FAERIES AND FORSETS | Park Jinyoung x (faerie!)reader | MOODBOARD

Jinyoung had always been curious about the forest, and what creatures wandered there. | duel endings

* YOUNGJAE | PRECIOUS | (blood slave!) Choi Youngjae x (vampire!) reader + feat. N

he was her most precious possesion. | a little bit of master/slave kink tbh, but not very sexual.

* BAMBAM | SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST | post-apocalyptic au! Bambam x reader | MOODBOARD

morals are simply a set back in the aftermath. they’ll get you destroyed. | mentions of sexual assault against minors

* BAMBAM | SNOWGLOBE | Bambam x reader

for as long as he could remember, the cold nipped at his nose. The snow dusted his clothes. The trees where always stickly, covered in a layer of shimmering ice. But he always wondered, what lay just past the old lampost. | -

* YUGYEOM | SALT WATER | (siren!) Kim Yugyeom x reader + feat. (cabin boy!) Jisung + NCT

she could hear it, that distant melody. it called to her, cared for her, looked out for her when no one else would. | impiled sexual harassment and assault

* JOHNNY | PROMISE | revolution au! Johnny Seo x reader 

we’ll shout it from the tallest building / we’ll be here when their heart stops beating (inspired by Wake Up by Black Veil Brides) | gun violence, language

* TAEYONG | FREEDOM | (run away au!) Lee Taeyong x reader | MOODBOARD

some kids never learn. | mentions of achehol and cigarettes

* TAEYONG | HARLEQUIN | (yandere!) Lee Taeyong x (psychopath!) reader | MOODBOARD

he would do whatever she asked, more than happy to simply be a member of her cort of jesters, even if that ment his silence. |  mental illness, emotional abuse

* TAEYONG | ROSE COLORED BOY | (prince!) Lee Taeyong x (knight!) reader

a beautiful, youthful prince, the crown jewel of his kingdom, kindhearted and breathtaking in beauty, locked away and lost. frozen in time, forever young as the years pass around him. | reverse sleeping beauty au

* TEN | RELEVE | (dance teacher!) Ten x (ballet student!) reader

he was born with the rhythm in his blood, and his words were kind to those who looked for guidance. | -

* MARK + LUCAS | PRAY FOR THE WICKED | Mark x reader x Lucas | PART TWO

 sin will find you | drug use, sexual themes and implied threesome, some guy x guy 

* RENJUN | EAST IS UP | Renjun x reader

it can take some time to compleatly wake up when you’ve been alseep for so long. | inspired by Jumpsuit by Twenty One Pilots

* HAECHAN | MALICE | Haechan x reader

not everyone get’s to have a happy childhood, some of them tread on shattered glass though hellfire. in that heat you eather burn or freeze. | violence

* JAEMIN | DISTORTION | (yandere! merman!) Jaemin x reader | MOODBOARD

your kind forgot long ago, that it’s sea water that falls from your eyes you simply renamed to tears. | drowning

* G-DRAGON | IN-SANE-ITY | (mad hatter!) G-Dragon x (Alice!) reader

what’s so weird about being a little weird? | -

* N | RHYTHM | (spirit!) N x reader

there is a rhythm in all living things. if you listen, you can feel it’s hum. | -

* N | REDRUM | (ghost!) N x (cannibal!) reader

all work and no play, makes you just so… hungry… | all the warnings. !!!

* LEO | CREATURE OF THE NIGHT | (skinwalker!) Leo x (medicine woman!) reader | MOODBOARD

you don’t talk about them. you never go out by yourself, for fear you might run into one. no one knows what they actually do, for everyone who encounters one and doesn’t get away, disappears for good. | dule endings

* KEN | POCKET WATCHER | (white rabbit!) Ken x (Alice!) reader

her curiosity seemed to always run away with her… but what was curiouser than finding a handsome young man alone in the woods? | -

* RAVI | THE SORCERESS’ APPRENTICE | (apprentice!) Ravi x (sorceress!) reader + feat. (vampire!) Xiumin | MOODBOARD

Ravi had left his coven in search of a sorcerer powerful enough to teach him his full magical potental. | adult and sexual themes

* RAVI | RITUAL | (apprentice!) Ravi x (sorceress!) reader | MOODBOARD

Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason. | mild adult content

* RAVI | WARRIOR QUEEN | Ravi x reader

she had missed her chance, and now it tore her apart. | mental illness

* HONGBIN | ROOM 217 | Hongbin x reader

The Overlook Hotel is known to be home to some very… interesting spirits. | smut

* HYUK | SICKNESS | Hyuk x reader

sometimes the most beautiful rose in the pained broken one. | character death

* HYUNGWON | TEAPOT | (doormouse!) Hyungwon x (Alice!) reader

sometimes even the smallest things can become large depending on your veiw point. | -

* HYUNGWON + I.M | HALO | (witch!) Hyungwon + (witch!) I.M

divinity magic | -

* WONHO | FLOWER PETALS | (ghost!) Wonho x reader

everything has a story to tell if you are willing to listen. | mentions of rape and murder

* ALL | BELOW THE MARSH | seven deadly sins series

some things hide just below unassuming appearances | seven different endings

* WOOJIN | MONSTER | (vampire!) Kim Woojin x reader

if you look past the gentle smiles, you may find what you believed to be innocence is not as pure as before. | slight yandere

* BANG CHAN | SECOND NATURE | (wolf!) Bang Chan x reader

while she might look at first glance, just like any of the other humans, he could smell the wolf in her blood. Long quiet and sleeping patently. He itched to set that wolf free, and watch her dance under the moonlight. | -

* FELIX | THE BOYS WITH FLAMES FOR HAIR | (reverse little mermaid au) Lee Felix x reader

the deep but gentle voice seemed to haunt you. Playing over and over again in the back of your mind. The fuzzy outline of the boy who saved you waited just behind your eyelids. His vibrant hair reminded you sometimes of the mute boy who had wandered into your backyard… | suicide attempt mention

* TAEMIN | DOWNPOUR | (naiad!) Lee Taemin x reader

he is that heavy feeling in your chest when the sky opens up and pours. he glances at you through the curtain of rain drops, the embodiment of mother nature’s sweat and tears. | depression

* ZTAO | ORACLE | (witch!) Tao x reader

there are whispers in shadows of the magic world. Whispers of a cult of witches, fortune tellers. But these are no normal tarot readers, these are oracles. The whispers warn of the horrible things that happen to those who seek out the members of this cult. | slight adult themes